Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-07-22

to nerve herself TO 40; put now AT any rue It
was done, ard tho decd settled upon l}ut
what the end of it would bn none could say
She wodld practically be a muidoross. g. I'd
she fot sooner or la'cr her guilt Would fla w
out, and then she would have littie mercy to
hopc for. Still she had no scruplcs, for after
ali Frank Mullers would be a well meritcd
doom. But when all was said and done it
was n dreadful thing to be forced to steep her
hands in blood, even for BeseiC's sake. If
Muller were slain Bessie would J AIRY John,
provided John escaped from tho Beers,
and be happy: but what would be-
como of herr Robbed of her love, and
with this crimo upon her mind, what
could she do even if she escaped
except die, 1t would be better to die and
never see him again, for her sorrow and her
shame were moro than she could bear. And
then she began to think of John till all her
poor, bruised heart seemed to go out toward
him. Bessie Cou'd never love him as she did,
she felt sure of that, and yet Bessie was to have
him by her all her life and she-she was to
go away. We'll, it was the only thing TO do
She would SEQ this deed done and set her sister
f~"n aud then if she hanuencd to escape she
would go-go right away, where she would
never be heard of again. Then at any rate,
she would have behaved like an honorable
woman She sat up and put her hands to
her face. 1t was burning hot, though she
was wet through, and chilled to the bone
with tho raw damp of the night. A fierce
fever OF mind and body had taken hold of
her, worn out as sho WAS with emotion,
hunger and protracted expo urc. But her
brain was clear enough; she never remcm-
bercd its being so clear before. Every
thought that came into her mind seemed to
present itself with startling vivaEess, stand
ing out by itself against black background
of nothingneSs, not softencd and shaded down
one into another as thoughts generally are.
She seemed to see herself wandering away
alone, utterly alone, alone forevCr.-whic i'll
the far distance John stood holding Bessie by
the hand and gazing after hCr rcSretfully.
Wei, she would write to him, since it must
be SO, and bid him one word of farewell Shc
could not go without it, She had pencil
and in the breast Of her dress was tho BOcr
pass, the back of which, stained rs it was with
water, would servo the purpose of paper
She drew it out and, bending forward toward
the light placed it on her knees.
Good by" she wrote, "good byl We can
never meet again, and it is better that we
never should in this world Whether there
is another | do not know. If there is, | shall
whit for Won tbera IF NOT then GOOD nv for
ever. Think of me sometimes, for | have
loved you very dearly, and as nobody will
ever love you again; and while live in this
or any other world and am myself [ shall
always love you and you only. Don't forget
me. never shall be really dead to you until
| am forgotten. j."
one III Ue'l Tue paper Oh her hiee anu 'iici'
put IL back again ana began 10 scrlDole Ill
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When she had got thus far she stopped, dis
satisfied, and running her pencil through the
lines, began afresh:
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And deem that death had r,,ade il almost fair;
ana laying snow White lowers AGAINST my mar
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poor h,n, 60 o,d 80 'II toni,,bt
IF should die tonight
lhen would 81 thou call 10 miha with loving
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rrro,,,, ~, which tho wijlin,, feet had sncd:
The memorr of nv passion and INV pride
And every FAULT would sure be set aside
So should be forgiven of all tonight.
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IVAN now n,y snons nchoos from, afor
And rraye mi,ts gather fast about my star
Think gently of ne; am travel worn,
Ny flt,ring feet are pierced with many thorn,
The bitter world has made my faint heart bleed
When dreanesS rest is mine shall not need
Inc tenderness 'or "n'ch ion6 'o'h'sn''
She Stoned, apparcntlr more because she
had got to the end of the paper than for any
other reason, and. without even rereading
wha- sbo hod written. pushed the pass bacl;
into her bosom and was soon lost in thought.
Ten minutes later Jnntie cano creeping in
RI ,vbora sba sat lilo n craat snake in bumon